THE TATTLER WILLIAMSBURG, MASSACHUSETTS 1946 THE TATTLER WILLIAMSBURG, MASSACHUSETTS 1946 <ittrs. jiHabelcmr IBrolmt To Mrs. Brown, our constant guide and as' sistant through these last years of high school, the Senior Class wishes to dedicate the 1946 edition of the Tattler in appreciation of her good sportsmanship shown on our Class trip, her good judgment used as our home room teacher, and her ability as a leader. THE TATTLER WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL Editor-in-Chief, Cora Louise Warner Assistant Editor, Doris Graves Business Manager, Russell Loomis Literary Editor, Floyd Merritt Assistant Literary Editor, Viola Fraser Jokes and Art Editor, Robert Dana Alumni Editor, Sue Crone Assistant Alumni Editor, Helen Sylvester Sports Editor, Marshall Warner Exchange Editor, Ruth Bowker Faculty Advisor, Mrs. Thornton CONTENTS Dedication 2 Senior Class Pictures . . . . ■ . 4 Honor Orations ....... 8 Class Will 14 Class History ....... 15 Class Grinds 16 Seniorscope ........ 17 Song Hits 17 Class Prophecy ....... 13 Class of '49 18 Class of '48 19 Class of '47 20 Editorials 21 Informals ........ 23 Literary ........ 24 Tattler Staff 30 Review Staff 31 Forensic League ....... 32 Pro Merito 33 Basketball 34 Cheer Leaders ....... 35 School Orchestra ....... 36 Alumni Notes 37 Autographs ........ 38 Advertisements ....... 39 WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL RUTH ELXOR BOWKER Glee Club, 1-4; Forensic League, 3-4; School Paper, 3; Girls' State, 3; Panel Discussion Mass. State, 4; State Debate Tournament, 4; Dramatic Club, 4; Vice-Presi- dent, 3-4. HATTIE MARION CLARK Glee Club, 1-4; Prom Committee, 3; Victory Corps, 2; Review, 4; Dramatic Club, 4. SUZANNE CRONE Pro Merito, 3-4; Glee Club, 1-2-3-4; Treasurer of Class, 3-4; Review, 3; Secretary of Class, 3-4; Tattler, 4. ROBERT PATRICK DANA Class President, 4; Baseball, 2-4; Basketball, 3-4; Foren- sic League, 3-4; Mass. State Panel Discussion, 4; Tattler, 3-4; Boys' State, 3; Shrewsbury State Debate, 4. THE TATTLER RICHARD HERBERT DANIELS Orchestra, 2-3-4; Glee Club, 1-2-3-4; Review, 3-4; Basket- ball, 3; Baseball, 3; Vice-President, 2. ALICE ANN GOLASH Glee Club, 4; Prom Committee, 3; Review, 4; Food Sale, 4 SHIRLEY MAE HATHAWAY Historian, 1-2-4; Glee Club, 1-4; Tattler Staff, 3; Prom Committee, 3; Victory Corps, 3; Dramatic Club, 4; Pro Merito, 3-4; Review Staff, 4. ELIZABETH IRENE KULASH Victory Corps, 1; Prom Committee, 3; Review Staff, 4; Cheer Leader, 4. WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL RUSSELL YERDINE LOOMIS Student Council, 1; Glee Club, 1-2-3-4; Baseball, 2-4; Basketball, 3; Review Staff. 3-4; Tattler. 4. HELEN MOORE SYLVESTER Glee Club, 1-2-3-4; Victory Corps, 1; Inkspot. 2-3; His- torian, 3; Pro Merito, 3-4; D. A. R., 4; Tattler Staff, 4; Chairman of Victory Clothing Drive, 4; American Legion Oration Contest, 4; Prom Committee, 3; Essay Contest, 4. CORA LOUISE WARNER Glee Club, 4; Prom Committee 3; Dramatic Club, 4; Editor of Tattler, 4; Assistant Editor of Tattler, 3; Secretary of Class, 1. MARSHALL CLYDE WARNER Basketball, 1-2-3-4; Baseball, 1-2-4; Class President, 1; Tattler Staff, 4; Glee Club, 1-2-3-4. THE TATTLER SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS PRESIDENT VICE-PRESIDENT SECRETARY & TREASURER CLASS HISTORIAN Robert Dana Ruth Bowkei Sue Crone Shirley Hathaway GRADUATION NIGHT HISTORY PROPHECY WILL GRINDS Cora Warner Ruth Bowker Elizabeth Kulash Robert Dana GRADUATION NIGHT ORATIONS Development of the U. S. Sue Crone The United States Today Helen Sylvester The United States in the Future Shirley Hathaway CLASS MOTTO— The Door to Success is Labeled Push COLORS— Blue and White CLASS GIFT— Microscopic Repairs SENIOR CLASS RUTH BOWKER HATTIE CLARK *SUE CRONE ROBERT DANA RICHARD DANIELS ALICE GOLASH -SHIRLEY HATHAWAY ELIZABETH KULASH P-USSELL LOOMIS * HELEN SYLVESTER CORA WARNER MARSHALL WARNER 'Honor WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL Honor Orations THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE UNITED STATES Picture to yourself a wide turbulent river — in some places not as deep and treacherous as others but none the less dangerous for its seeming peacefulness. On one bank of this river is the United States as it was in 1781 just after the Revolu- tionary War. What is to become of it no one knows. The countries of the world are a dissatisfied group. Some are hungry for power — others are just plain hungry. On the opposite bank is Utopia. Here every nation is satisfied and happy with perfect laws and perfect unification. To cross the river seems simple for there are stepping stones within easy proximity all the way. but there is one catch — some of the stones will not bear up under so great a load. In 1793 the United States plunged in and placed her foot firmly upon the first stone. The name of this stone was Isolationism. At first it appeared that it would bear up under the strain, but soon the United States felt itself slowly sinking. It seemed that the neutrality George Washington had prescribed was an unattainable drug. France wanted help in return for her favor during the Revolution. England wanted us to keep out of the British West Indies. The Mississippi was made forbidden terri- tory. Our sailors were being seized, and their rights as United States citizens were being trampled upon. Still we hung on and tried to strengthen our foothold on Isola- tionism with the Monroe Doctrine, but in the end we saw that it was a losing battle. so we stumbled on to the next step named Imperialism. Small wonder that the distrust and sus- picion that we aroused in the world by this choice did not end our little expedition, small wonder we did not fall in and drown with the disfavor we won from the countries to the south of us. Spain and the Philippines. The other countries of the world had watched us expand from the Atlantic to the Pacific. They had seen us buy Alaska. They had seen how we in- terfered with the business of the entire Western Hemisphere. They had watched us take the Philippines, Hawaii and Cuba, and they had begun to wonder. Was the United States merely protecting herself from possi- ble trouble-makers as she said? True — the occupation of any of the countries to the south of her by strong foreign nations could cause trouble, but then, too, she could be doing this expanding by a premeditated wide-spread plan for purely selfish reasons. The United States lost much of its prestige as a generous peaceful democratic nation during this period. During all of this time the United States was changing inside her own boundaries. Some inner struggles were preventing her from advancing towards Utopia. The Civil War temporarily held up our progress. In the end, however, the freeing of the slaves took us a long way towards reaching a perfect democracy. Another turmoil which as yet has not been solved and therefore still hinders our progress was the agitation between the farmers and industry. As the manufacturers became richer, the farmers became poorer. Certainly this condition will never breed peace and unity in our country, and until we are united within our own land we cannot hope to have a united world. Politics became an important question. The good of the people was and is no longer the main object of our congressmen and other governmental officers. More important to them became money received, power, and their re-election. Often these three inter- fered greatly with the legislation passed especially just before election time. Our government became more and more cor- rupt and these conditions will remain until the people decide to change them. Although internally we were not pro- gressing we were making spme headway with foreign affairs. We were now firmly planted on the step named Co-operation. We tried hard to make amends with our southern neighbors. Friendly relations with all foreign countries became the cry. We sponsored good-will programs and confer- ences. We invited South America to these meetings and formed unions — but it took a lot of time and patience to undo the dis- favor we had earned under our imperial- THE TATTLER istic trend. The Czar of Russia planned the Hague Conference and invited all of the leading powers to attend. This helped a great deal in straightening out many of the quarrels in the world and it helped our unity idea, but it could have turned out a lot better than it did if the United States had given her whole-hearted support. It seems strange that we did not, for we claimed to be the most peace-loving nation in the world, yet we just could not seem to be able to hand over our support to help these peace measures. It was simply that we were too jealous of our power — too afraid that we might lose some of it. You may be thinking by now that the United States was the only one crossing this river. Well, she wasn't. All the coun- tries of the world were struggling over, but one of the more noticeable was Germany. Of course, the Germans' idea of Utopia was far different from ours. Their idea of a perfect world was to have everyone sub- ject to their will. Throughout their history were three prominent repetitive periods. First a mammoth growth of power, a war, and then humble submission. Yes, after each war Germany has lost, she has prom- ised to behave. But has she? No, and she never will until we learn not to believe her, or maybe it's just that we want to believe her. We must keep her in hand instead of letting her do as she wishes. Not until we all unite for a common good can we hope to quench Germany and all other countries like her. Each time that the nations of the world have tried to join together for pro- tection against such a war as we have just experienced, we have refused to give our complete support. Before the first World War the United States refused to back up the Hague Conference and after the war she would not join the League of Nations. Even today she will not be as an equal to all other nations in the United Nations Organization for she, Great Britain, Russia, China and France have the power to veto anything they don't want passed in the Security Council regardless of the wishes of the smaller nations. We have two major steps left to reach Utopia. Two that must be found before we shall attain our goal. The first is unity and equality within our own boundaries. The other is good-will and peace among all of the nations of the world. We have come a long way — some even believe that we are, or practically are, climbing up the further bank — but really we still have a long hard struggle in front of us. We must erase racial and religious prejudice, hunger and want from the entire world — firs tat home here in the United States and then find some way of helping the rest of the nations to do the same. Ihis means putting our ideas across to people who have no com- prehension of the words democracy, peace and freedom. This will prove to be a hard and tedious task unless it has the full sup- port of everyone in our country. We are lucky, for we are nearer to Utopia than any other country, but we will never reach there alone. We must have every country in the world with us before we can obtain a last- ing peace. THE UNITED STATES TODAY The story that you have just heard of the history and development of the United States should make every American breast swell with pride. But as we look at our na- tion today and realize the great turmoil it is in, are we still proud? Do we still have this feeling of pride toward a nation whose people are constantly fighting between themselves? During my talk I want you to think about this question. The future of this nation depends on its people — and you and I are its people. The United States is one of the largest nations in the world, in population, area, and wealth. Its people speak one language and enjoy the privilege of self-government. We govern ourselves by means of a com- plicated machinery unlike that of any other nation. Right now with President Truman in office, people blame everything possible on him. Even if he had done everything right he would still be in trouble because of a world of woe that he inherited. If we stop to think for a while, the condition of our country is no more his trouble than our very own — yet still we accuse him of being the cause of the various strikes throughout the nation. Let us consider the strikes for a moment- There are hundreds of industries, large and small, each strategic in its own way, where 10 WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL strikes are still a possibility. What do we do about them ? Civilian Production Admin- istrator John D. Small made a suggestion a couple of months ago that everyone com- pletely overlooked. He proposed a six- months moratorium on all strikes. Maybe it wasn't as insignificant as it seemed at the time. How could we get a general moratorium on all strikes? No strike can be truly settled by law or presidential de- cree, so it must be the people themselves who must look for and eventually find the solution. Labor leaders, employers and workers who strike should stop and con- sider for a moment just how much good it is doing their nation and themselves (if any)! Professor Sumner Slichter of Har- vard in the current "Atlantic Monthly" points out that "not until 1948 will General Motors workers be as well off as they would have been had they not struck and had they wordked steadily without any wage increase whatsoever." The same thing, with different time factors, applies to all the big strikes of this year. Are you proud of the nation that you are pushing into corruption ? Better still — are you proud of yourself? — an American who is standing by watching on the side- lines and doing nothing but talk and com- plain about the way his country is run? A couple of months ago, the "Big Four" — Russia, Great Britain, France, and the United States met in Moscow to draw up peace treaties for the smaller defeated na- tions of Europe. Nothing was definitely de- cided at this meeting except the date and time for the next meeting. The United States is also one of the Big Five in the United Nations. This definitely proves that she can no longer pretend or even try to keep the policy of isolatioonism that she has had for so many years. The American people at the end of World War II thought that since they had given so many dollars and lives they would now automatically have peace. The atomic bomb has changed the minds of a few, but the majority still believe that we have at last conquered all our enemies. Does the end of the war make you feel that now your nation can live independently and let the rest of the world go its way? I certainly hope not because if that were your feeling how soon we would be thrust into another and more dis- astrous war. There is a popular song with the title, "I Know a Little Bit About a Lot of Things, But I Don't Know Enough About You." That could very easily be used to symbolize the relationship of an American with his country. How little we actually do know about our country. True, most of us read the papers and listen to the radio, but the real activities of our government are us- ually quite unclear. Since we ourselves govern the country we live in, shouldn't it be our duty to see that everything possible is done to stop our nation from entering another war? If Germany ever makes the atomic bomb, her flyers can carry it a few hundred miles away no matter how many friendly gov- ernments we have dominated in Europe and no matter how many promises of help the United States will have made. There is no further security against invasions so long as the stratosphere is a possible means of approach. There is only one kind of security that will aid all people. It can only be achieved by an abandonment of materialism and selfishness in public policy. It requires the doctrine that spiritual brotherhood super- cedes all else. The only safety for the world in this atomic age lies in the hearts and minds of God-fearing men and women who have learned to surrender to His will and to rely on the security that comes from a free conscience and an unselfish devotion to the simple principles of Christian ethics. Governments can write treaties and pledge security but only free people with honest leaders can assure peace. The future of the United States depends on its people and until they can decide for themselves whether or not to engage in organized murder, there can be no security in the world. If the United States today could develop a world of peace and security, which I, myself, have never experienced, the love and homage we all have for the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave would and could be increased. HELEN SYLVESTER '46. THE TATTLER 11 WHAT'S AHEAD FOR US I am a citizen of the United States of America. As long as I continue to live here I will retain my citizenship — a citizenship which gives me such rights as "freedom of speech," "freedom from fear," "freedom of religion," "of the press"; the same rights as were laid down in the Declaration of Independence — those being life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. With these same rights, old though they may be, I, and all the graduates here tonight, and those over all the country, are determined to form a more compact America — ideal in every re- spect. It is the belief of many that there is no use preparing for the future. With the atomic bomb developed during World War II, here will be no future — especially if this object of devastation should get into the hands of our enemies. Throughout the world today flows the feeling of suspicion which will, in the end, cause so much envy and hatred that without the slightest doubt there will be another war leading to the utter depopulation of all the peoples on earth. It is our greatest and utmost ambi- tion to rid the world of this distrustful- ness — and the United States is a good place to start. We call ourselves a democracy — taking pride in being the greatest, most peaceful democracy ever known — asking others to find a pattern in our success. But are we ? Days upon end we read of strikes for higher wages, shorter working hours or some unfairness that seems to be the employer's fault — not the employee's. One of our great problems is to find homes for the returned veterans and ample jobs for them all. Situ- ations like these are not always to be blamed upon the government, as a govern- ment, but on the people individually. What makes a good, healthy government ? The answer is people — people of sturdy mind with enough intelligence and common sense to carry out their allotted duties. Today as always we have altogether too much fraud in politics — people who are in office for the sole purpose of making money by illegally drawing it from the state or national treasury or by overtaxing the common people. One step for a better gov- ernment is to remove this type of person from office and put in an honest one. Of course it is not for me to say who has the brains and who has not! Neither is it up to me to pick out one person and put him in office. There is no doubt in my mind that for years to come the United States will stand as she does now — four distinct sections. There will always be a New England — the conservatives they call us — steadfast in our beliefs — strict in our way of life — devout, hard-working people whose ambition it is to farm the land that had belonged to our forefathers. We are the proud owners of one of the prettiest sections in America and we have become renowned for our old- fashioned square dances, our Boston Baked Beans and Brown Bread. We are the center of all American history with our antique houses, forgotten old graveyards, but, too, we are the base that our country was founded upon. Then we turn to the South; the radicals — the demure little Southerners whose love for luxury and society has made them famous. Here we see the rolling cotton fields with hundreds of Negroes swaying to the tune of a spiritual — steamboats rock- ing up the Mississippi — gracious old man- sions where years before the halls had resounded to the sweet minuets. We come to the West — the pioneers, free-and-easy people — loving the out-of- doors. Here we think of the cowboys with their acres of good ranch land, herds of cattle, singing and lariat-swinging. The Great Lakes region from whence cometh our supplies of grain, harbors an- other set of people. They are not heard of so frequently but their love for our country is just as great. These are the people who make up the United States of America — these and others — the Kentucky mountaineers, the giant lumbermen of the Maine backwoods, the Lake Superior region; the Indians, the men from Brooklyn, people of the Ozarks, com- monly called hillbillies — the Rocky Moun- taineers — the Mormons of Salt Lake City- all of them. Without them there would be no United States — no land of plenty — no land of famous men and women whose in- 12 WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL ventions have startled the world; whose demand for the "Rights of Man" has made them one of the most intellectually great nations of the world. Someone once wrote: God made America the melting pot of the world. He took the Pole, the German, the Scotchman, the Ne- gro, Chinaman, Indian, the Spaniard, Eng- lishman, the Italian and out came the American. We ought to be proud of our heritage, but we certainly don't show it. What is the matter with us? Are we like the Romans in another respect, too; in that we are too over-sure of ourselves and are hav- ing a good time when we should be work- ing? Are we riding for a fall? We have the makings of a fine nation, but the mold is too soft! Instead of being the diligent, hard-working kind, humble but proud people that our ancestors were, we have sunk to the state of bickering, arrogant, complaining people who find it hard to get along in our own homes — much less with our neighbors. We have reached the point where we think there no longer is need for union. Industry goes off on its own — disregarding completely the wishes and critical remarks of the rest of the country. Do you honestly believe we deserve the praises that we bestow upon ourselves es- pecially when such defects as "racial preju- dices," "race riots," "strikes," "black mar- ket," "juvenile delinquency" and "crime waves" stand out so boldly for all to see. What's ahead for us? To tell you frankly — to me the future looks pretty dark. Some nation must lead the world toward peace, but how can it be us? In a recent edition of the "Reader's Digest" Joseph Kennedy says that peace is visualized as the end product of progress. Are we progressing or receding? Out of the dimness of our very existence there is one strong governing hand for which we may grasp and to which we may cling. Every day it is taught from the pulpit with such forcible sayings as "Love thy neigh- bor as thyself"— "I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life" — "Do unto others as you would have others do unto you" — the teach- ings of the brotherhood of man. Here is our great chance for a successful future, and we calmly shun it — taking upon ourselves the more petty duties of trying to form a world government which has no foundation. Be- fore we have a firm United Nations, we must build up an understanding between nations that will remove the causes of war; we must make a union between capital and labor; governments that are imperial must learn to treat their colonies rightly with prejudice banished forever. The only way this can be accomplished is through univer- salism. It may be a foolhardy idea but it can be done. But I say, as long as men go on pushing aside their very purpose in life, that being to live in love and service, the whole world will explode in its own evil designs. Our only hope for development in the future lies solely in the people of today. It depends entirely upon us whether we take the lead in a peaceful world or are subject to invasion by belligerent nations. Our nation will be what we make it — it will either be one of happiness and con- tentment, love and peace — or it may be the direct opposite. For everybody's sake, let's make it good, so that some day we can sincerely say — one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. SHIRLEY HATHAWAY '46. THE TATTLER 13 Class Prophecy I was working in Geneva as a sociologist for the Department of Agriculture. The department appointed me, being an expert in this line, to take a census on the number of people who eat potatoes three times a day. Hopping on my uranium-powered pogo stick I started on my tour of the world. My first stop was in the land of rubies and emeralds, India! Parking my pogo stick, I, anxious for India's friccasied strawberries, went into a dimly lit restaurant. I was told by the waiter that no seats were avail- able since a woman by the name of Alice Golash was holding an annual banquet for the employees of the Mub-a-mi India Ink Export Firm. I thought for a moment the name sounded familiar. I asked the waiter if it was the Alice Golash who came from the United States .When he said "Yes," I waited for the moment to be able to speak to an old classmate. In came Alice with her many servants following behind. I thought that her wealth might have made her proud, but she was the same as ever. "Why, Ruthy, how are you?" — and so we talked for hours. I found that Betty Kulash had taken a position as a beautician in one of the chain stores owned by none other than Cora Warner who was married to a successful British busi- ness man. After touring the rest of Asia I returned to Geneva with my reports to await fur- ther assignments. Looking through my per- sonal mail I found a letter from Sue, whom I hadn't seen for about twenty years, in- viting me to spend some time with her the next time I was in the United States. Being head physician at the Mayo Clinic in Chi- cago, Sue was now the tenth richest woman in the United States. Sounded like the old Sue. I received my orders to go to California to continue my research work. Going through Southern Germany on my way to Bi - emen I saw a huge billboard in a field. I pulled my pogo stick to a stop. With astonishment I read that Marshall Warner and his Jovial Joshers were playing at a square dance in the local town hall. Mar- shall was the prompter. I wanted very much to hear a New England accent at a Bavarian folk dance, but being a busy woman, I found that it would take too much of my time, so I jumped regretfully on my pogo stick and pranced away to Bre- men. From there I boarded a compressed air operated helicopter that would take me to England. When we were miles above the channel, I became air-sick; consequently I rang for the stewardess. When she walked up to me and said, "May I be of assist- ance," I was amazed to see Hattie Clark. "Why, Hattie, the talks in aeronautics class weren't so far-fetched after all!" "I'll say not. Guess who is your pilot!" I soon found out that my life was in the hands of my old debating pal, Bob Dana. Bob came into the passenger compartment and we talked over old times about as exu- berantly as we used to at Packard's. When we landed in London I took the royal suite at the Sheridan. After a lus- cious meal I strolled down Trafalgar Square where much to my pleasure I saw Shirley Hathaway, now a teacher at Wil- liamsburg High, who was escorting the Class of 1960 on a world tour. London was their last stop, and I was overjoyed to find that Shirley and her erudite scholars would accompany me on the boat trip home. After a week's stay in London I packed my pogo stick in my suitcase and we rode to South- ampton where we took the liner S.S. Ruby. That night the class, being utterly ex- hausted, found the need for a good night's sleep. After they were in bed, Shirley and I went into the salon where a ship's party was being held. We were startled if not surprised to see Dick Daniels, who was the captain of the boat. He told us that sea duty kept him out of the troubles one so often encounters on land, therefore he planned to stay with this work for some time to come. Again I had the pleasure of talking for hours with old school chums. Docking at New York I said good-bye to Shirley and stayed at the Ritz Carlton. One day while I was in Bonwit Teller's sports department I was literally mowed down by Helen Sylvester who was trying out 14 WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL her new roller skates that she needed at the City Hospital where she was employed as head nurse. She needed the skates to enable her to see a'l of her patients with- out walking the endless corridors. Helen joined me for lunch at S:hrafft's where we talked for several hours. She had the week- end free, so we both went to LaGuardia where we took the plane to Chicago to see Sue. In the plane I learned that Russy was also at Chicago. This was no surprise to me since Sue was there, too. When we landed in Chicago we took a cab to Sue's sumptu- ous mansion in the suburbs. The door was opened by the butler who escorted us into the kitchen where Russy. believe it or not. was preparing a succu- lent meal. After spending several enjoyable days with them I unpacked my pogo stick and gaily popped off for California, there to continue my important work. I would never have believed that I would be able to see again all of my classmates who had risen to fame and happiness. RUTH BOWKER '46. Class Will CLASS WILL The Class of 1946 takes great pleasure in presenting to you tonight, our last will and testament. We are about to leave Wil- liamsburg High School, but before leaving we should like to bequeath our treasures and most precious possessions. To the faculty as a whole we leave our sincere thanks for having tried to teach us in the past four years. To Mr. Merritt we would like to leave a pair of iron-soled shoes that he is to wear when coming in to visit classes. With the shoes he wears now we cannot hear him until he has entered the room. To Miss Dunphy we leave a special office girl to lecture students who skip school. We have noticed this past year that quite a few students made frequent trips to the office. To Mr. Foster we leave a 1946 car so he can go farther than Northampton without having to worry about his car breaking down. To Mrs. Brown and Mrs. Thornton who are leaving this year, we wish to express our sincere thanks for having tried to teach us in the past two years. To Miss Webber we leave a personal secretary. We heard Miss Webber is having a little difficulty in keeping up her good work. Russell Loomis leaves his frequent trips to South Street to anyone who thinks he can make them as often as Russell has. Sue Crone, Helen Sylvester and Ruth Bowker leave their seats in Speech and English IV to anyone who can enjoy them as much as they have. Dick Daniels wishes to leave his horn to anyone who can blow it better than he has in the past years. Bob Dana and Marshall Warner wish to leave their places in the Lab to Frank Collins and Freddie Oliver. They hope that Frank and Freddie won't take this oppor- tunity to blow up the school. Hattie Clark leaves her place at the Ashfield dance every Saturday night to anyone who can get that far up in the country. Shirley Hathaway wishes to leave her high honors to Honey Harlow. Shirley hopes that Honey will take good advantage of these honors. Cora Warner leaves her quiet ways to Viola Fraser and Frieda Hurteau. Cora thinks Viola and Frieda are a little bit too noisy. Alice Golash leaves her seat in Room I to Janet Hillenbrand. We hope that Janet will use it more often than Alice has. In testimony, therefore, we hereunto set our hands and seal in the presence of these witnesses and declare this to be our last will and testament this twentieth day of June, in the year one thousand nine hundred and forty-six. Witnesses: Bing Crosby Andy Russell Frank Sinatra BETTY K CLASH "46. THE TATTLER 15 Class History Everyone is interest in history and for this reason I would like to give you a brief resume of the history of the Class of '46. In the year 1942 thirty-six Freshmen struggled up the stairs and into Room VI. This was to be our home room for the com- ing year with Miss Merritt as our home- room teacher. For the first few days we became acquainted with our new classmates and the faculty who were as follows: Miss Dunphy, Miss Webber, Mr. Foster, Miss Merritt, Miss Barrus, Miss Lawe. Many of us had our doubts of what was to come, but we soon settled down to a normal routine. Just as we seemed to be getting along fairly well someone men- tioned Freshmen Reception. Our hearts sank. What was going to happen ? It seemed as if the fatal night would never come. At last it did and we all survived with only our dignity a bit ruffled. We elected as class officers the following: President, Marshall Warner; vice-president, Clifton Smart; secretary, Cora Warner; treasurer, Theodore Harlow; historian, Shirley Hathaway. We were all very new at this stage of the game and consequently were kept very busy with our studies and class offices. Be- fore we knew it it was summer vacation and we had completed our first year of high school. The following September found a more settled class entering school. The faculty remained the same with the exception of Miss Barrus who was replaced by Miss Johnson, and Miss Lawe who was replaced by Miss McDermott. Again we elected class officers with Mor- ris Healy as president, Richard Daniels as vice-president and treasurer, and Robert Lesure as secretary; Shh'ley Hathaway was again historian. During this year we started our cam- paign to earn money, but we didn't really accomplish very much. In the latter part of the year Miss Johnson left us to take an editorial position in Washington; Mrs. Lula Smith took her place. Time flew by and very soon June rolled around again. An- other year had slipped by. When we entered school in September, 1944, our class had diminished to 15. Our home room was the sunny little room No. II with Miss Webber as home-room teacher. The faculty had again changed. Miss Mc- Dermott had appeared with a diamond third finger left hand and Miss Merritt had joined the "WAVES." Mrs. Brown became the new commercial teacher and Mrs. Thornton the new English teacher. Again we elected a whole new staff of officers: Ed- ward Lezynski, president; Ruth Bowker, vice-president; Sue Crone, secretary and treasurer; Helen Sylvester, historian. We all were kept busy trying to earn money. In May we put on a Junior-Senior Prom and came out on top. One of the main events of the evening was electing a queen. As the result Phyllis Rhoades became queen. The year soon slipped by and before we knew it we were Seniors. This had been our goal. How proud we were to have reached it. We elected Edward Lezynski president; Morris Healy vice- president; Sue Crone, secretary and treasurer; Shirley Hatha- way, historian. During our last year we were all very busy and full of ideas on how to earn money. If we earned enough we could go on a class trip. Finally by putting on card parties and food sales we acquired the needed amount. We would have liked to have Edward Lezynski and Morris Healy go along with us, but they went into the Navy. After they left we elected Robert Dana as president and Ruth Bowker as vice-pres. On February 25 we started to New York under the guidance of Mrs. Brown and Rev. John Webster. We took in some of the famous sites as: The Empire State Build- ing, the Statue of Liberty, and many others. We returned home on the 28th a tired but very happy group. No matter how hard you try you can't stop time. Even before we realized it school was ended. We all realize what a good time we have had. I know some day each and every one of us will look back on history and recall these happy times. CORA WARNER '43. 16 WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL Class Grinds I really don't know where to start. To be able to write is really an art, But I may as well go Through the people you know. And explain them all in short. We started out four years ago, In number thirty-two or three, But through the years we've dwindled low And are only thirteen, as you see. There is Russy Loomis, The curly haired boy. He was the senior class's Pride and joy. Among the girls With whom we had fun Was Ruthie Bowker, Second to none. Dick Daniels, too, Is a hard-working guy. He worked hard at his studies. As a dancer rated high. Shirley Hathaway Is very quiet, But her calm wit Has often caused a riot. Marshall Warner and Bob Dana Are the last of the boys, And our contribution Is to the Navy's joys. And sweet Sue Crone, Whom we think so shy, Used just that element To catch "Russy's" eye. Betty Kulash is Our beautiful "Goldilocks." We expect a call any moment From 20th Century Fox. Among the elite You will find very neat, And really "all reet." Helen Sylvester. Then we have a girl With a long golden curl. A better choice you couldn't send, Than Cora Warner for a friend. Alice Golash is a quiet lass Known to all as "Baby." She should really go places, And I don't mean maybe. Hattie Clark is a good student; She doesn't annoy the teachers, But when she cracks a corny joke, You land out in the bleachers. We are leaving dear old Burgy now For a world of opportunity. Medicine, politics and law will separate our unity, But we won't forget. Or ever regret When our chance comes to do or die. Four years together at Burgy High. BOB DANA '46. THE TATTLER 17 Seniorscope NAME AMBITION PET LIKE PET DISLIKE WEAKNESS Helen Sylvester Nurse Robert Dana U. S. Navy Cora Warner Success Shirley Hathaway Success and Happiness Sue Crone Ruth Bowker Doctor Sociologist Marshall Warner Farming Alice Golash Success Russell Loomis Live happily Hattie Clark Secretary Richard Daniels Success Math Short men Biting finger nails Fcotball Latin Girls Working with Long boring Food material things themes Writing Public Speaking Eating Navy Public Speaking 32 Ford People with Short Men Temper personality Dances Studies Eating Horseback Poor Sports Eating riding South Street "Verdy" Ice Cream Eating Crunching potato chips Roger Dancing History Girls Song Hits Sue Crone "From One Love to Another" Marshall Warner "Dorothy" Helen Sylvester, "Full Moon and Empty Arms" Russell Loomis, "My Dreams Are Getting Better All the Time" Miss Webber "Patience and Fortitude" Ruth Bowker "I'm Not Having Any" Physic Class "It's Got to be This or That" Barbara Outhuse "Oh Johnny" Frank Collins, "Just a Square in the Social Circle" Mr. Foster "Give Me the Simple Life" Barbara Dymerski "If I Had a Dozen Hearts" Monday Mornings "Blue" Bob Dana "Bragging" E. Lezynski and M. Healy, "Home Sweet Home" Jr. Demerski, "You Won't Be Satisfied Until You Break My Heart" Floyd Merritt and Viola Fraser, "True Love" Dick Daniels "Oh What It Seemed to Be" Bette Kulash "Blonde Sailor" 18 WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL Class of 1949 Fiist Row: Lily Mathers, Phyllis Cram, Mary Dodge, Lorraine Richardson, Irene Swinington, Theresa LaCourse, Esther Loomis, Arlene Sears, Jeannette Balawin. Second Row: Raymond Derouin, Eva LaFleur, Nancy Dunphy, Frieda Hurteau, Dorothy Golash. Third Row: Warren McAvoy, Raymond Morin, Irene Ferron, Doris Shumway, Ann LeDuc, Ruth Merritt, Leo LaCasse, Dorrance Bates, Frank Vaillancourt. Fourth Row: Allen Sylvester, Edward McColgan, Ronald Beattie, Roy Baldwin, Justin Barnas, Henry Bisbee. CLASS OFFICERS PRESIDENT, Warren McAvoy TREASURER, Edward McColgan VICE PRESIDENT, Theresa LaCourse SECRETARY, Esther Loomis HISTORIAN, Irene Ferron THE TATTLER 19 CLASS OFFICERS PRESIDENT, Viola Fraser TREASURER, Robert Collins VICE PRESIDENT, Laura Lloyd SECRETARY, Virginia Dodge HISTORIAN, Shirley Shumway WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL CLASS OFFICERS PRESIDENT, Barbara Dymerski VICE PRESIDENT, Betty Brooks SECRETARY-TREASURER, Shirley Payne HISTORIAN. Dorothy Carver THE TATTLER 21 Editorials "THE DOOR TO SUCCESS IS LABELED PUSH" What is this "DOOR TO SUCCESS"? It is not a rectangular piece of wood at- tached to the wall by a pair of hinges, which swings open and shut; it is a period in our life when we are trying to obtain something, and by getting this desire we have passed through an imaginary door. By doing this we are a success within ourselves as well as a success to others. This DOOR is always ready to be opened by someone. For some it will open easily, but for others there will be obstacles to cross their paths and hinder them from even grasping the handle. But if the person who is struggling has the ambition and ability to cope with these difficulties, the DOOR will soon be open to them. This is what is meant by "THE DOOR TO SUC- CESS IS LABELED PUSH." All things that we want must be worked for. The harder the work the better the results. This does not mean that to be a success one must become famous or world-known. To be satisfied within yourself is a suffi- cient reward. Many of us will perhaps stay in our own small towns all of our lives. If we should become town officers and help run the affairs of our community, we would become successful in the eyes of our fellow men. We are going into a new phase of our lives. We will become a Success or Failure. For many the road will be rough, but with ready hearts to meet it and climb over the jagged spots, many will come to the end and find the shining surface of the Future looming up before them. The Future may offer more climbs, some more easily made, and others will offer nothing but a jolt back down where they started from. We know that this Door is not easily opened, but we will put all our ambition, hopes, strength and efforts into the Push behind it that will open it to a final glory and peace. Cora Warner '46. FREE? Out of the chaos, the darkened deep of struggle, and the pain of human blood soaking sod to a fullness of horror never before imagined — out of this war democ- racy has emerged free; free at the present moment; free in the sense that it is not dominated by a Nazi dictator. The entire world is free from war. Some are, for the first time, free from want, free to speak what they think. Some are happy that they are free to go to sleep in the evening when amber waves of light sink into a peaceful maze evolving a "silent" night. Yes, we think, "Never again will the world know the horror of life as we have learned to know it" — but are we free from ourselves? Are we free from ourselves? Has man now become capable of controlling his lust, his madness? This is what man must de- cide before even a semblance of world peace can be born. It is not the temporary defeat of nation by nation, nor even the perma- nent defeat of nation by nation that can create an over-all, a pervading sense of peace. Let nations conquer nations! Let worlds subdue worlds; yet still the pre- dominant evil of a new world, a new peace, is man. All that pertains to man may oc- cur only by the act of man. And thus it is up to man as an individual, a person, to rule the every aspect of his progenys' fare on earth. Whether or not man acts concerning this, is the factor upon which the beginning of unending quiet rests. If in his mind he thinks only of self, as he now does, the most unique of all dreams can never be realized. Only through his consideration of each minute detail of life can he set up the first milestone on this path of pro- gression without which man will eventually terminate himself. Can man be free from himself? Will he be free from himself? Will a progress in the fate of mankind be begun? Scientific progress, material progress, cannot help. This must be a progress of the mind, of the soul of man. And so the problem re- mains. Will we be free from ourselves? Floyd Merritt ,47. 22 WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL RACE DISCRIMINATION After four years of war our country is settling down to the long-awaited peace. I think that now is the most appropriate time to settle the Negro-White question that has arisen ever since our country wa3 established. During the war this important matter was rated as secondary as it might well have been, but now we must wake up and look at the facts. Unless we are pre- pared to treat the Negro as an equal, we might find ourselves involved in another war — a racial war. What are these facts ? Not long ago stu- dents in a high school in New York went on strike because Negroes were allowed to attend the same classes as they. These students literally refused to associate with the Negroes and asked that they be ex- pelled from school. In my opinion the stu- dents on strike should have been the ones to be expelled. However, the officials of the school demanded that the students resume their studies and things quieted down. This matter is not settled and may at the slight- est provocation rise up again. Anoher important factor is the question cf lace riots. Detroit is the best-known city for these disturbances, but lately there have bsen several in Tennessee which have warranted a house-to-house search for gjns and knives. Many times small insignificant facts start these riots and they end in bloodshed. Anti-Negroes state that if we loosen up the hold with which we lower the morals of the Negroes, they will rise up and rule us. This is a very selfish idea which could only originate in a weak mind. When a per- son is freed, he very seldom attacks his liberator. Even animals knaw what a good turn looks like, and very often return it. The Negroes must be given an equal chance for freedom. Everyone knows that old saying. "God created men equal." but how many live up to it ? Doris Graves '47. Informals Identification page 39 24 WILLlAMSBl'riG HIGH SCHOOL Literary THE EMPEROR'S PICTURE FRAME The ketch Torantula was sailing south- ward through the West Indies one niDon- light summer night. She was bound for San Salvador. Brazil, and not far astern lay the bright lights of San Juan from which she had sailed a few hours before. "the looks quite different from the last time. Right, Sam?" The statement and q-estian was directed by John Baxter, one of five men who had pooled their money and resources to buy the Torantula and outfit her. He spoke to a tall man standing at the wheel. Around him sat three other men, namely "Congo" Edwards, owner of the ship's launch. Hank Rider, owner of the ship's powerful short wave radio, and "Frenchi" Freeman. "Yes, but that was five years ago and the war and brownout were still on." Suddenly "Congo" looked up from the electric starter motor he was overhauling and asked the question that for three years he had been trying to get an answer to. "Just what happened on that trip? Every- body else aboard knows but me." John looked at the other men and seeing them all nod he lighted his pipe and began. It really started in the fall of '43 when the Navy decided that something should be done about the Japanese junks that were sailing on the China Sea and bringing rice and other much-needed foodstuffs to Japan. Though these junks and their cargo were not worth the trouble and cost either to torpedo or surface and shell them, still they were bringing food into Japan without which many people would starve. Then someone got the idea of designing a special sub that would be able to ram these junks. Then, while grappling hooks held the two boats together, a special boarding party would go on board and pick up anything that might be useful and could easily be brought aboard the sub. Also they would force those of the crew still alive to leave the ship in their lifeboats so that when the sub pulled off they would have no chance to close the seacocks and patch the hole left by the sub. They were also to take the junk's captain aboard the sub and hold him until they could meet a long-range i'.ying boat which would take him to the nearest American base. Ihe first junk attacked in this way was called the Mitsuy-Marce and was owned by her captain, a Jap by the ram? of Mitsuy as we learned from her log. Sam was a member of the boarding party and just before he left the captain's cabin on the junk he no'.iced a velvet bag lying in the ship's safe. He picked it up and discovered that all it contained was a picture frame. He was going to throw it away when he noticed what semed to be a small golden flower in the center of the vpper edge of the frame. Then it dawned on him that that little flower was the Imperial Chry- santhemum and its presence on the frame could only mean that this frame was meant to hold a picture of the Emperor. This was the reason that it was encased in velvet and kept in the ship's safe. Taking the frame he went aboard the sub and she backed off leaving the sea rushing into the big hole left by the sub. A year later when he was transferred to the Torantula, then owned by the Navy and used for special duty, he still had that frame. Since I had owned a ketch before I joined the Navy I was put in command of the Torantula. For a crew I had Sam, Hank and five other sailors. Now the Navy wanted to look over the coast of South America to see if there were any more good places where we might build bases and also where German subs might stop and refuel. It was this mission that sent us sailing along the coast of French Guiana after having fol- lowed almost the same course that we are following now from New York. One night about twelve a tropical hurri- cane was suddenly upon us, and before we could lower the mainsail an unusually strong, fast gust of wind snapped the main mast. We weathered the rest of the storm and then put in at the nearest port, Cay- enne, the capital of French Guiana. Here we tried to find a new mast but were in- formed by the owner of the only ship-out- THE TATTLER lio fitting store there that it would take at least two weeks to get a new mast and then another week to have it installed. I told the crew that after they had removed the old mast stump and repaired the rigging so that when the new mast arrived the ship would be all ready to receive it, they could go ashore for the rest of the two weeks providing they would let me know where they were. Two days after the crew went ashore I invited the owner of the store to come aboard the next night for dinner. He accepted my invitation and when he en- tered my cabin the first thing he saw was that picture frame hanging on the wall where it had been placed for a good-luck piece. He started to bow and then checked himself as he felt me looking at him. He ate in a great rush and then went back to his house because he said he expected word about the mast. About nine o'clock he came over again and said that they had run across a perfect mahogany mast about fifty miles up the coast, and since there were men there who could install it he suggested that he could lend me enough men to sail the Torantula up there, since she had two powerful Diesels as auxiliary power. I radioed my crew where I was going and told them to meet me there as soon as they could. Then about twelve o'clock three men came aboard and we started. These men were led by Frenchi and said that the other four men would join us about five miles up the coast. Frenchi said he could sail the boat all right and that I could get some sleep, and so I went below. About an hour later I was awakened by my cabin lights being turned on and saw Frenchi standing in the doorway with a sub-machine gun in his hands. His sleeves were rolled up and on his left arm was a tatoo mark showing that he had escaped from the French penal colony, Devil's Island. He informed me that the Torantula was now the property of the Imperial Japanese Navy and that the seven men above deck were pure Japanese from a race of white Japs on one of the north- ernmost of the Japanese islands. I was then tied to my bunk until we arrived at the harbor where the mast awaited us. Here the new mast was expertly installed under Frenchi's direction. When it had been in- stalled Frenchi took me over to the mast and pointed to a small mark burned on it near the deck. It was the same as the work on the picture frame. Frenchi explained that Mitisudi (the ship outfitter's real name) was the only living member of the Mitsuy family and he planned to take me and the rest of the crew up one of the small rivers and feed us to the fish. About this time the crew arrived and were promptly put under guard. The next day Mitisudi arrived and we were put on board the Torantula's launch. We started up the river on what we thought to be a one-way trip. When we were about four miles up the river he pulled up to the bank and shot a chimpanzee which he tossed into the river. In a matter of seconds hundreds of small fish were swimming around it and tearing the flesh off its bones. In a few minutes the bones were stripped clean and they drifted from sight. Then Mitisudi turned and pointed to one of my crew. Immediately two of his guards stepped behind him and backed up Mitisudi's invitation to go swim- ming. Suddenly Frenchi turned on the near- est of the Jap guards and started shooting. In quick succession the three guards went down. As Frenchi started shooting, Miti- sudi reached for his pistol but found that Frenchi had already "lifted" it. Frenchi turned on Mitisudi and forced him into the water. With a scream he went under to find out what happened to the chimpanzee. "But why," asked "Congo," "did Frenchi turn on Mitisudi and his gang and why was he allowed to become a member of the Torantula especially since he had escaped from Devil's Island?" "You see, 'Congo,' " replied John, "Frenchi was sent to Devils Island because he was framed on a murder charge by some politi- cal enemies in France and Mitisudi had forced him to work for him because he told him that if he didn't the Germans would kill his family. But a little while before we were captured Frenchi learned through some letter's of Mitisudi's that his whole home town had been destroyed by the Ger- 20 W I L L I A M S B U R G HIGH SCHOOL mans in the early part of the war. But to get back to the story. We headed the launch down stream and soon came into the harbor. Besides the five-inch rifle on the forward deck of the Torantula, the Navy had also mounted a heavy machine gun on the launch. When we reached the mouth of the river we raced for the Toran- tula while the machine gun answered the shore guns. When the Torantula was reached the deck gun was manned and while we sailed out of the harbor it sank what boats were in the harbor besides giv- ing the Jap buildings a going over. Later we radioed the French authorities and they captured the Japs that had not escaped. During the fight three of the navy men were killed and five of the men on board were injured. Joseph Myrtel '48. SOME PEOPLE ARE PESTS! Babs White was walking home from school with her girl friend, Penny. Right now Penny was slinging the latest dirt, such as, "Did you hear about Lou and Barton splitting up?" or "Sue is going with Joe now. He's the fifth one this week." Babs liked Penny. She was so understand- ing sometimes, but occasionally she pro- voked Babs, like today. Well, anyway, when the two had reached the White's pleasant-looking home, Babs left Penny to continue on her merry way. Babs bounded up the steps and slammed the door behind her. Mrs. White's voice echoed from the stairs, "For heaven's sage, Babs! Please close the door quietly." Sometimes mothers were definitely gruesome. But Babs couldn't be bothered making any reply. She had to get ready. She had a date with Ken Baxter (hubba, hubba), her O. A. O. They were going to see Cornel Wilde in "A Thousand and One Nights." Mom came down in a few minutes to get supper and Babs rushed for the bathroom only to find her kid brother, Raymond, sailing his boats in the bathtub. "Tumble, tumble weed," Babs explained. "Why?" inquired Raymond, "Have you got a date with that swoon goon again?" "Yes," returned Babs icily. So with much maneuvering she managed to get Raymond out of the bathroom and she got in. By the time supper was ready she had had her bath, done her nails and her clothes were lying on her bed ready to be slipped into. At the table Raymond re- marked that Ken was a trickle (drip). "Mother!" Babs retorted, "Is this drip necessary ? " "Raymond!" mother said, "please stop plaguing your sister." "Oh, all right. But I still think he's a drip." As soon as supper was finished she went up to her room. She was doing her hair when Raymond appeared in the doorway. "Hello, sucker. Busy?" "Raymond White, you get out of here," and Babs rushed for the door, but Ray- mond was already half way down the stairs. Babs was ready, all but putting on her coat when the doorbell rang. Raymond went and opened the door for Ken. Then he came to the bottom of the stairs and called, "Babs, that guy is here." Babs waa practically boiling over as she came slowly down the stairs. As she came into the room Ken rose and came toward her. "Hello, cupcake." Ken said. Taking her arm he led her to the front door. As they stepped out into the clear air all the afternoon's happenings drifted from her mind, and she thought only of the coming evening and Ken. Shirley Nichols '48. A WALK IN THE WOODS Through paths of laurel full in bloom We strolled along together. And soon we passed some ladies' slipper All as small as ever. Then up a hill and round a bend, Ferns were growing there; Soon we smelled the wild rose; We gathered some with care. And so we strolled along the paths Where trees and flowers blended; Birds sang in nearby tri . But now our walk is ended. By Doris Shumway '49. THE TATTLER 27 "UNCONQUERED SOUL" Who can quell a soul so composed of hottest fire and iron will? Who shall say to him "You are conquered?" Who can quench his heart's desire which flames so like to Hell's own fire? Who shall say to him "You are my slave?" For he is slave to no man who will fight for liberty. Who will stand with mighty blade across the path of tyranny? Who will defy his blazing eyes and fleet ambition? Who shall say to him "You are afraid?" Who will say these mocking words to him who dreads no earthly man, nor pain, nor death, nor flowing blood; who thrives of peril and clang of arms. He who fears but fear itself. By Bob Dana '46. NATURE The sun sinks slowly behind the hills, The birds sail over the neighboring rills; The forest grows shady in the afternoon sun, From the shade of the forest some rab- bits run. Night now is creeping over the hills, Gone are the birds from the neighboring rills; From the near-by meadows the whip-poor- will calls, The sound on the landscape softly falls. A gentle breeze sweeps over the lea, Stopping to rustle the leaves of a tree, Rocking some baby birds in their nest, Then passing onward toward the west. When we see these things so beautifully done: The forest, the breeze, the setting sun, We know as we turn away to rest, Nature's work has been done the best. Marilyn Williams '48. HOLD ON, NO SORROW Wait 'till the day that they come home, That was the cry from sod to foam, Not today, not tomorrow, But some day soon, Hold on, no sorrow. Ah, yes, the day has come! The joy leaves one cold and numb, But can you see? My darling boy, Where can he be? With heads held high, Ihey all pass by, And yet no sight; Won't I see My love tonight? Wait 'till the day that they come home, That was the cry from sod to foam, Not today, not tomorrow, But some day soon, Hold on, no sorrow. By Ruth Bowker '46. MEMORIES It was raining when we landed in Oran, Africa. The weather was disagreeable and we were the same. Coming over, the ocean had been very rough. A few had not sur- vived. After a few weeks we became adjusted somewhat to the people and climate. Most of the people I saw were Arabs, a bold, dirty class. They would often come to the edge of the camp and stand, or sit, all day, just watching whatever of interest was going on. They would steal if a chance presented itself. One day a soldier gave an Arab an old pair of shorts. The Arab, having never seen anthing like that before, tore them in half and then tied them around his waist like a sash. In this section there was no such thing as sanitation. The houses were of one story, stone construction, with one door, used by the livestock as well as the family. On one side of the house the stock, such as a pig, horse and maybe a couple of cows with chickens would be kept. The family 28 WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL would live on the other side. One day one of the boys in the outfit bought a chicken from an Arab. He kept it tied with a shoe- string to a tent peg, hoping to fatten it up with a diet of hard tack and thus have a good chicken dinner. The intelligent chicken laid an egg one day and so prolonged its life as fresh eggs were scarce. I never found out what fina'.ly happened to it. One of the best features of the country consisted of the beautiful moonlit nights when the sky was illuminated as if it were day. After seven months in Africa we moved to Italy. It took us three days to get to Italy in an L. C. I. boat. When we landed some of us were ordered to do one thing and in a few minutes another fellow would order us to do just the opposite. There was complete confusion. After a time an agree- ment was reached. We then marched five mi!es to the place where we pitched our tents. We were located in an orchard where peach and apple trees were growing and nearby there was a large dairy farm. Later we found out that the farm had belonged to Mussolini's son-in-law, Count Ciano. The place was a huge modern dairy farm in the forgotten land. Outside of orchards, trees were very scarce, being planted only along highways and in small forest areas. Very little lumber is used for buildings, most houses being constructed of stone and cement. The people are expert at this sort of work. Most houses were very modern in design. The only bad feature of Italy was the mosquitoes, and they were so big and thick they would walk off with your mess kit, supper and all, before you could eat it. Wild flowers were abundant and of every color. There were large fields of clover different from what we know in America. The blossom is a long spike of crimson red instead of round rose-colored blooms of the variety we know. I once saw a peasant mowing in a clover field with a queer-looking scythe. It was a crude implement, the blade six inches wide at the heel and the handle consisting of two long sticks wired to- gether. The family cow was used for plow- ing or any other work for which we ordi- narily use a horse. Their horses were used mainly as saddle horses. While in Italy I met a friend from Florence, Massachusetts, who 1 had not seen since leaving the United States. We were together for eight months. When we had an opportunity we went for long walks in the country. We often bought fresh vegetables for which we paid very high prices. They charge thirty-five lire (about 35c) for a tomato and twenty lire for a cucumber. Once we paid one dollar for six eggs. Ice cream also was a rare treat. One time our cadre got thirty gallons. About forty men put finishing touches on it and had chills and stomach aches all night. Another time a friend and I went to a Red Cross center where ice cream was being served. After going through the lines five times we became ashamed and de- cided to quit. There was an old Italian theatre in a nearby town, and sometimes Ralph and I would go there and see some of the latest movies. While in Italy I sent home many souve- nirs. I went to a castle in Caserta and from there I sent a coral brooch and earrings. From Naples I sent a cameo and from Pompeii a beautiful blue bedspread. A group of us went to Mt. Vesuvius when it was at its peak of eruption. We also viewed the Isle of Capri. One day I went with a group of fellows who visited Rome, on a pass. We hired a guide and saw some of the main sights around the city, and through Vatican City. Words cannot possibly describe the beauty of Vatican City; such paintings and sculp- tm - e as I never had dreamed could exist. It left me spellbound. To think that people have paid thousands of dollars to see this place, and all it cost me was fifty lire for my share of the guide's pay. From there I sent home a book of paintings and sculp- ture. I went through St. Peter's Cathedral just half an hour too soon to see the Pope. This trip was one of the most wonderful experiences in my life. It also included a tour through the Catacombs, a rather weird place to say the least. Rome was quite a beautiful city. The women were very good-looking. The people were extremely well-dressed and I saw Fords, Packards, Chevys and many other American-made cars. To look at the city in general you would never have guessed there THE TATTLER 29 was a war. You could buy almost anything if you had enough money. We next moved up to France which was more like home. France has rolling country- sides and high mountain ranges like the White Mountains. The trees and vegetation were much like home. There were beautiful flower gardens. The first camp we made in this country was on the banks of a river. Some Indian fellows went into the stream and caught some beautiful rainbow trout with their bare hands. Two or three of the fish were fourteen inches long and that is no fish story. The people of France were nothing like those of North Africa. They were much neater and more friendly. Germany was extremely beautiful in parts. Our headquarters were at a big air base, at the time of the surrender of the forces, May 8th. The most beautiful place of all, I thought, .vas Belgium. It was really indescribable. The people were nice and I came to know one family very well. Two sisters had been prisoners of the Germans, but in spite of everything they still had faith in the fu- ture. Leaving France for home I thought of the wealth and knowledge I had gained from passing even a short time in these countries. I knew the world was far from boring to one who could see it in all its variations. Viola Fraser '47. THE REWARD The glorious sun shone on the dust-packed road, The air with pure fragrance was filled; The light, bustling meadows swayed back- ward and fro As birds their sweet melodies trilled. And down this long road trudged a weary old soul, His back bent with the troubles on earth His gray bearded face enclosed in the light Of simplicity, wisdom, and worth. He had passed down this way since the birth of time, He had watched as the ages grew. With a smile on his face and warmth in his heart He had shown the way for you. He had lived with the man who had fought for the right, Who had won through love, not hate; Who had stretched out his hand to all mankind And received every one as a mate. He'd encouraged those who were pensive and sad; He'd mingled with those who were gay; He'd enriched those who were poor in heart And had taken their worries away. The road was now higher and the steps far steeper, The songs of the birds grew faint; Before him stood the great marble gates Which were guarded by Peter, the Saint. The gates were now open and from them came forth, Voices singing devotion and laud. He turned with a smile on the work he had done And the little old man saw God. By Shirley Hathaway '46. 30 WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL Tattler Staff First Row: Sue Crone, Russell Loomis, Cora Warner, Floyd Merritt. Ruth Bowker. Second Row: Viola Fraser, Doris Graves, Helen Sylvester, Robert Dana. In the latter part of the first semester the editors of the Tattler were elected and given various duties, which would corre- spond with their various jobs. Under the supervision of Mrs. Thornton we have gath- ered all the important events of the past year and put them into this book. We have all worked hard to make this year's edition a success and because we all had a real purpose for doing these things all of us have enjoyed our work. THE STAFF. THE TATTLER 31 Review Staff First Row: Eleanor Barron, Barbara Dymerski, Robert Smart, Russell Loomis, Floyd Merritt, Robert Dana, Theodora Harlow, Betty Brooks. Second Row: Dorothy Carver, Shirley Payne, Palma Ingellis, Mae Sanderson, Geor- gene Harry, Hattie Clark. Third Row: Allen Sylvester, Shirley Hathaway, Faculty Advisor Mrs. Brown, Eliza- beth Kulash, Alice Golash. Fourth Row: Robert Smith, Russell Warner, Richard Daniels, Frank Collins, Dor- rance Bates. -Editor-in-Chief— Floyd Merritt. Business Manager — Richard Daniels. Artist — Robert Smart. Sports Editor — Robert Dana. Feature Editor — Theodora Harlow. Campus Capers — Robert Dana. Exchange Editor — Laura Lloyd. Alumni Editor — Elizabeth Brooks. Circulation Manager — Russell Loomis. Faculty Adviser — Mrs. Brown. Starting out with an interested and hard- working staff and Mrs. Brown, as faculty adviser, We have been able to publish eight editions of the Review this year. We have changed much of the working order and *Prize for the person who contributed most to the success of the Review. introduced a number of new features from time to time. The students' literary material and all the school news have dominated the major portion of the paper; among the features have been Campus Capers, Movie Reviews, Interviews, Fashions, Sports, Alumni and Pictures which we developed ourselves. There have also been thorough discussions of many questions the students seemed to know little about. Our exchange and cir- culation departments have been especially active. Through the feeling of satisfaction through work well done we who have en- joyed our work this year hope that next year's Review Staff may continue where we leave off and have the enjoyment from it that we had. 32 WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL Forensic League First Row: Marilyn Williams, Ruth Bowker, Miss Webber, Robert Dana, Floyd Merritt. Second Row: Viola Fraser, Barbara Outhuse, Doris Graves, Shirley Nichols, Ruth Wells and Warren McAvoy. In the past year the members of the Forensic League have been most successful. Under the excellent guidance of Miss Web- ber they won the Connecticut Valley League debating championship. The plaque Williamsburg Williamsburg Williamsburg Williamsburg Williamsburg Affirmative 3 Hamp Westneld 3 3 South Hadley 3 Hopkins 3 Amherst was presented to Miss Webber at the Junior Model Congress in Northampton by Donald Marshall, president of the Connecticut Valley League. The results of the year's debates were: Williamsburg Williamsburg Williamsburg Williamsburg Williamsburg Negative Hamp 3 2 Westneld 1 1 South Hadley 2 Hopkins 1 2 Amherst 1 The Forensic League debaters consisted of the affirmative team, Ruth Bowker and Robert Dana, and the negative team, Mari- lyn Williams and Floyd Merritt, who at- tended the state contest at Shrewsbury. Several members also gave declamations at the state contest. The members of the Forensic League represented their high school at the North- ampton Junior Model Congress, another Congress at A. I. C. and at a Panel Dis- cussion on recreation held at Massachusetts State. Miss Webber has done a superb job in coaching her debaters into a champion- ship team. THE TATTLER 33 Pro Merito First Row: Sue Crone, Helen Sylvester, Shirley Hathaway. Second Row: Dorothy Carver, Barbara Dymerski, Floyd Merritt, Georgene Harry and Doris Graves. Cur Williamsburg High School Pro Merito Society consists this year of eight members, five juniors and three seniors, whose names appear above. Those who are seniors will give orations at graduation. In May, six of us attended the State Pro Merito Convention held at Northampton. Hei^e we were divided into sections which elected officers for next year's convention. Marilyn Williams, a sophomore, was elected State Junior Pro Merito Secretary. In the afternoon we heard various speakers and were audience to an illustrated movie on western scenery. It is an interesting fact that twenty-five per cent of the two classes are Pro Merito students, a relatively high percentage. 34 WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL Basketball First Row: Robert Smart, Allen Sylvester, Marshall Warner, Edward McColgan. Raymond Morin. Second Row: Manager Roger LaCourse, Robert Smith. Coach Edward Foster, R.ssell Warner, Scorekeeper Ronald Beattie. During the years '43, '44 and '45, the war brought bad news for the "Burgy High sports program, for it was almost impossible to get a coach for basketball. In '43 and '44 we played as an inde- pendent team and did very well. The next year we were unable to play as an inde- pendent team due to gasoline rationing. We also had lost a large number of our team. When '45 and '46 came along, we managed to start anew with Leo Dymerski as coach. There were only three fellows who had had three years of experience behind them. These were Lezynsky. Healy and M. War- ner. This year the Basketball League con- sisted of the following schools: Sanderson Academy, Huntington, Charlemont and 'Burgy. We started the year off by playing Chester and we lost, 11 to 39. This did not lower the spirits of the team at all. The cheer leaders, who were T. Harlow. B. Ku- lash, J. Hillenbrand and R. Nye, and the students helped keep the spirits of the team high. When January 10 came around we lost Leo Dymerski as our coach, and Mr. Foster, who has coached the school teams several other times in years past, took over the job of finishing the basketball season for the year as coach. We also lost two play- ers, Healy and Lezynski. who joined the Navy. This year the team is losing two mem- bers, Bob Dana, who has played for two years, and Marshal! Warner, who has played for four years. The remaining mem- bers of the team have now had a year or more of experience, and the members of the 'Burgy High School are sure that these fellows will make a great team in the years to come. Continued on next page THE TATTLER 35 Cheer Leaders Theodora Harlow, Elizabeth Kulash, Janet Hillenbrand, Rowena Nye. The team went through the season by winning only two games out of twelve. This is not surprising, for although the boys were trying their best, they were green, and it takes a great deal of time to work out plays and get whipped into condition. Williamsburg 11 Chester 39 Williamsburg 9 Deerfield 49 Williamsburg 18 South Hadley 66 Williamsburg 20 Chester 19 Williamsburg 10 Charlemont 18 Williamsburg 13 Clark School 44 Williamsburg 9 Huntington 31 Williamsburg 2 Sanderson 44 Williamsburg 24 Powers 15 Williamsburg 11 Huntington 39 Williamsburg 14 Sanderson 24 Williamsburg 13 Powers 27 36 WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL Orchestra First Row: Raymond Morin, Miss Healy. Second Row: John Maggs, Floyd Merritt. Third Row: Richard Daniels, Warren McAvoy, Roy Baldwin. Continuing in its third consecutive year the orchestra, under the direction of Miss Healy, our music supervisor, has been a source of enjoyment both to its audiences and to the players. Since many of our most talented musicians were lost through gradu- ation last spring we found a rather small group left in September. Several boys from the high school and the eighth grade have joined the group during the year, how- ever, and although a few left, our number has remained satisfactory. Practises have been held for a 40-minute period twice a week throughout the year. The orchestra has also played at several (own affairs, including Women's Club, Grammar School, Christmas operetta, rchool assemblies, and graduation. At this time we would like to thank the faculty and Superintendent Merritt for their interest in our organization throughout the year. Those of us who have played in the or- chestra have enjoyed it thoroughly and sin- cerely hope that it will continue in the years that lie ahead. Our one desire is that anyone, boy or girl, who plays an instru- ment of any kind will join this organization and so, through larger numbers and better practises, improve on the work which we who pioneer have accomplished. THE TATTLER 37 Alumni Notes ALUMNI OFFICERS President— D. Clary Snow, '29. Vice-President — Shirley Meisse, '40. Treasurer — Eleanor Ballway, '35. Secretary — Jean Hemenway, '40. Executive Committee — Evelyn Kmit, Roy Leonard, Helen Watling. CLASS OF '45 Elizabeth Mary Batura — Pro-phy-lac-tic Brush Co., Florence, Mass. Ruth Eunice Bean — Cooley-Dickinson Hospital, Northampton, Mass. Mary Louise Bisbee — Oberlin College, Oberlin, Ohio. Neil Fairfield Damon — U. S. Navy, sta- tioned at Boston. Lorraine Elizabeth Jones — Post-Graduate, W. H. S., Williamsburg, Mass. Ruth Alice LaCasse — Grant Company, Leeds, Mass. Rita Jeanette Lupien — Becker Junior College, Worcester, Mass. Ruth Eleanor Mollison — Commercial Col- lege, Northampton, Mass. Louise Beatrice Newell — Cooley-Dickin- son Hospital, Northampton, Mass. Barry Jay Purrington — Williston Acad- emy, Easthampton, Mass. Phyllis Rita Rhoades — Grant Company, Leeds, Mass. Eva Jane Sanderson — Becker Junior Col- lege, Worcester, Mass. Antionette Lucille Stevens — Resides at West Concord, Mass. Clifford Malcolm Thayer — Coast Guard, stationed at Baltimore, Md. ALUMNI DEATHS Edward Dolan, '18; Alfred Dimes, '13. ALUMNI BIRTHS Fred Allen, '41 — Daughter. Rita LaCourse Corbett, '40 — Daughter. Doris Dymerski Szarkowski, '42 — Son. George Judd, '33 — Daughter. Donald Otis, '39— Daughter. Antoinette Lucille Stevens, '45 — Daugh- ter. Florence Packard Eldred, '40 — Son. Edith Packard Stowe, '39— Son. Lucius Merritt, Jr., '41 — Daughter. Peter Snow, '31 — Daughter. Charles M. Damon, Jr., '32— Son. ALUMNI MARRIAGES Marion Warner, '44, to Frank Montague, Westhampton. Arlene Sabo, '43, to Richard Harry, Go- shen. Neil Damon, '45, to Donna Hobbs, '44, Williamsburg. Clifford Thayer, '45, to Inez Chapman, Northampton. Lottie Algustoski, '37, to Carl Sylvester, Wiliamsburg. Florence Packard, '40, to Steven Eldred, Weston, Mass. Clarice Graves, '44, to Leo Dymerski, '41, Williamsburg. Ruth Munson, '44, to Robert McKinney, Springfield. Ruth Carver, '44, to Edward Maxwell, San Diego, Cal. Bette Lou Harlow, '43, to Eugene Syl- vester, Williamsburg. Roberta Clark, '44, to Leroy Maxfield, Burlington, Wis. Audrey Jones, '42, to Mason Marvel, Montgomery, Ala. Donald Campbell, '42, to Dorothy Pringle, Williamsburg. Helen Batura, '39, to John Yeskie, North- ampton. Barbara Bisbee, '29, to Raymond Swanda, Chicopee. Lillian Blanchard, '37, to Edward Breen, Holyoke. Anne Lloyd, '40, to James O'Brien, Nut- ley, New Jersey. Constance Granger, '41, to Gurdon Ar- nold. Marcia Ingellis, '40, to Antonni Calabrate, Springfield. Phyllis West, '39, to Edwin Webb, To- wanda, Pa. Marion Culver, '43, to William C. Atkins, Amherst. ALUMNI GRADUATES Eloise Bartlett — Bates College. Geneva Graves — Colby Jr. College. Marion Sylvester — Commercial College. Martha Deane — Commercial College. Clarice Graves — Commercial College. Phyllis Granger — Commercial College. 38 WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL Autographs THE TATTLER 39 Jokes A distinguished gentleman came to Aber- crombie and Fitch's in New York and asked to see shotguns. The clerk, sizing him up as a man of means, showed him a fine English model priced at $450. "A splendid gun," the man said, "but a little expensive." The clerk brought out a Belgian model priced at $275. "Still a little expensive," observed the gentleman. A bit discouraged, the clerk said: "Well, here is a Winchester mass-production model at $17.50." The gentleman brightened. "That will do nicely. After all, it's only a small wedding." Bobby-soxer on the telephone: "I'd love to go, but I feel I should help my father with my homework." A Detroit school teacher was given a ticket for driving through a stop light. On the following Monday, she was to appear in court. She went at once to the judge and explained that she had to teach next Mon- day and asked for immediate disposal of her case. "So you're a school teacher," said the judge. "Madam, your presence here fulfills a long-standing ambition of mine. You sit right down at that table and write, 'I went through a stop sign' 500 times." Informals Identification 1 Sue Crone 2 Hattie Clark 3 Bettie Kulash 4 Shirley Hathaway 5 Helen Sylvester 6 Bob Dana 7 Russell Loomis 8 Helen Sylvester 9 Ruth Bowker 10 Marshall Warner 10 Cora Warner 11 Cora Warner WILLIAMSBURG FUEL & ICE CO. Coal — Mobilheat — Ice Williamsburg KING'S PAINT & PAPER STORE Modene Paints Thibaut Wallpapers 157 Main St. Northampton BEEBE'S LUNCH A Good Place to Eat Ice Cream and Beverages Berkshire Trail A. T. Beebe, Prop. Haydenville A. SOLTY'S Meats — Groceries Vegetables Telephone 223 Haydenville WARD MILLER Westinghouse & Norge Refrig. 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